A smiling Gohan stood over his enemy, the fight over before it had begun, which it was just about to do. Matthew rose slowly and instantly charged at the one that he should be tormenting, not the other way round.
He went at Gohan with balled fists, striking out with his right first. Gohan easily rocked backwards on his heels, moving away from its path. The left hand came immediately afterwards with a similar force.
The saiyan almost absently swatted the hand away, while the other smacked the side of his foe's head with a palm, once again sending him sprawling to the floor. Once this had happened, the other two of Matthew's present friends also rushed forward.
Gohan felt them move before he even saw them, and cocked his head slightly in their direction. The smirk had vanished, replaced with a look of complete and cold fury. They both stopped in their tracks, skidding to a halt. The anger was emanating from the boy in waves, obvious to everyone in the vicinity. Gohan shook his head from side to side only a couple of times, indicating to them that if they came even a millimetre closer, they would surely be far out of their depths.
If they didn't want to lose the use of their arms for the next six weeks, they would stay well back. With those two successfully dealt with, the tall male turned his attention back to Matthew.
The one that had so ruthlessly tormented and bullied his friends for the past few years.
He was always the ringleader, always the one in charge.
The biggest and dumbest of the lot of them.
It was him that had pushed one of his best friends in a puddle of mud when they were thirteen, and given him the beating of his life. All because the poor soul had looked at him for a second too long. If only Gohan had been there.
It was also him that had forced another friend, the one that had attempted to stand up to him minutes before, Sam, to walk eight miles home a year ago when he wouldn't let her get off the bus, taking her all the way over into another town. If only Gohan had been there.
These incidents were joined by countless others, a lot of them far worse and Gohan wondered why it had taken all of these years for him to finally do something about it. He couldn't always be around to save the ones that he cared about, maybe if he had done this to him after the first time.
Matthew was up again, and came at him with a weak kick, he was clearly tired. Gohan felt bad about doing this to such a weak individual, but it had to be done. Of course a fairly substantial part of him was enjoying this.
He brought his own foot up, and crashed it down on an ankle, pinning it to the floor at an odd angle. The crowd winced at the howl of pain and the crunch that was barely audible. It wasn't broken, just a nice sprain to keep him out of action for a few weeks. Oh dear, what would the football team do?
The sportsman was locked in place, and tried his luck with some weak blows to Gohan's chest. In one fluid motion, he grasped a wrist, and turned himself, lifting his foot and positioning himself behind his captive whose hand was now positioned behind his neck causing him untold agony.
"Look at the future wife beater now!" He shouted to the crowd, while looking right over at Videl, who held his icy gaze for a few moments.
Gohan had to crouch down to bring his mouth close to the ear of the one that he held in his grasp, who was now on his knees from exhaustion and the searing pain his ankle that was now coupled with the one that ran all of the way up his left arm.
"I could kill you right now." He whispered through clenched teeth, making sure that no one else could hear. He was pleased with the visible shudders that coursed through the body of his prisoner, but was slightly worried with the laugh that emerged from his lips.
"You better had kill me!" He screamed. "'Cause if you let me walk, you'll end up dead like your loser of a father!"
Gohan's resolve had snapped again, and the murderous intent in his eyes had returned ten fold. No one called his father a loser like that and got away with it lightly. Cell certainly hadn't, and this joker before him wasn't going to either.
"Shit!" She hissed. She had to do something, and do it right now. Somehow she knew that she was the only one present who would actually be able to make a difference. She shot forward out of desperation, physically she could do nothing to him, not after seeing the sudden show of strength he had displayed to the crowd, but maybe if she brought in the emotions that she was adamant that existed between the two of them, she could do some damage.
Gohan's hands seemed to be debating the best way to kill him, whether a blow to his thick skull, a snap of his neck or a sharp whack to the pressure points around his neck. Piccolo had taught him that one.
He was just deciding which one would make the least mess when he felt the delicate and soft skin of two feminine hands on his own rough ones that he realised just what he was doing.
The sweet smell of her fragrance drifted into his nose and he suddenly realised that he was about to kill someone for being what was essentially a petty, normal bully. He had allowed the power to take him again, and he forced the lid back down on it again.
His brain tried to decipher exactly what she smelt like, a mixture of chemicals in her perfume and her own unique scent that only his keen and powerful nose could detect.
While entering this trance like state, he had allowed her to softly pry his hands from around Matthew's neck, and walk him backwards from the scene, her hands lightly guiding him, still holding his own.
"Well help him you idiots!" She shouted to the two that were supposedly her boyfriend's best friends, motioning towards him. She then looked back at Gohan's face. He looked tired and worn, but not physically. Unseen emotional wounds had been opened today, brought about by his little tussle.
He was looking down at the ground, and she moved her head closer to him, looking up at his eyes, searching for them, wanting contact with his dark hues. She found them quickly, and gave him what she hoped was an encouraging smile.
Gohan found himself once again brought out of his troubled state by her eyes, that at the minute were looking up at him with a soft expression. He was amazed at how they could be so soft and gentle one minute, but sharp and acute the next. He was drawn to them like a moth to a flame. He was drawn to her in much the same way, and he was constantly perplexed as to what existed between the two of them.
Matthew sat on the floor rubbing his neck, wondering just why his girlfriend, was standing there with him, actually holding his damn fucking hands. Holding his hands! Shouldn't she be over here, helping him, smiling at him, looking into his eyes with that same compassion.
Every head in the area turned and forgot their current thoughts however when the familiar screech of the headmistress was heard, a voice akin to nails scraping down a blackboard. "Gohan Son!"